Even the simplest departures from front-end-on staging seem to bewilder
many supposedly more mature sensibilities. At the press
performance of Eigengrau at
the Bush, noted Aleks Sierz in his blog at http://sierz.blogspot.com, a
couple of critics on the opposite bank of traverse seating seemed to
spend more time looking at their scripts than the action onstage.
One of the pair, Quentin Letts, remarked on Mark Shenton’s The Stage blog that “if Mr Sierz
repeatedly spotted that I was looking down at the text, he himself
clearly was not watching the action on stage, but looking at my
handsome chops instead!” Surprisingly, it didn’t seem to occur to
him that part of the point of traverse staging, both in general and in
this particular case, is to force ourselves to watch each other and be
watched. Quentin justifies himself on Mark’s blog by saying “That
play at the Bush is so bloody awful you want to avert your eyes...” –
again, even though he talks at some length in his review proper about
what he assumes are attempts to shock, it doesn’t seem to occur to him
that an unpleasant viewing experience may be part of the point.